Chapter 25 The Late Chen Xuanlin
Seeing that Liu Shixing had given up his struggle, Chen Gan'er released his grip on him, but he didn't order the undead to let go, leaving them trapped.
Standing up, Chen Gan'er frowned at Liu Miao,
"What is that?" He
was naturally referring to the wooden sign.
He could tell that Liu Shixing's face had twisted and his strength had increased because of the sign.
The hint of a smile faded from Liu Miao's face, and he said calmly,
"It's just an opportunity in the gray fog."
Chen Gan'er frowned,
"How can something in the gray fog be called an opportunity?"
Most things that come from the gray fog come at a price.
They're either bait used by those strange beings, or a game played by those beings out of amusement.
At this thought, Chen Gan'er fell silent.
The clothes he wore, along with his cultivation, were also acquired from the corpse floating in the sea, which had emerged from the gray fog.
After Liu Miao collected the wooden plaque, his demeanor shifted slightly, his tone becoming more reckless. "
At least it keeps me alive for now, doesn't it?"
Meanwhile, Liu Shixing, lying on the ground, had regained his composure, though a hint of madness remained in his eyes. With half his tongue severed, a mixture of blood and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, giving him a sinister appearance.
Liu Shixing stared at Liu Miao intently, mumbling something incoherently.
Because Liu Shixing's words were so unclear, Chen Gan'er could only vaguely hear words like, "You... you killed him," and "You're the evil one..."
In short, they were likely words of rebuke or revelations about Liu Miao.
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But no one present paid any attention.
Liu Miao remained unmoved by Liu Shixing's inarticulate scolding.
He slowly approached Liu Shixing, patted his cheek, and said,
"Father, there's no point in saying more. I'm victorious now. I accept Tingquan Island and these servants. Go with peace of mind."
Liu Shixing began to struggle violently, but his spiritual energy was exhausted, and his physical strength was powerless to break free from the undead's grasp.
Liu Miao slowly placed his hand on Liu Shixing's neck. As if aware of his impending death, Liu Shixing roared out a single sentence with all his might.
This time, Chen Gan'er finally heard Liu Shixing's words.
"You didn't win, you were simply chosen."
As Liu Shixing finished speaking, Liu Miao expressionlessly strangled him.
After killing Liu Shixing, Liu Miao's eyes remained impassive, but a faint smile inexplicably played at the corners of his mouth.
Liu Miao now gave Chen Gan'er a sense of danger. Liu Miao was clearly depleted of spiritual energy and covered in wounds.
In a close-quarters fight, he believed he wouldn't be afraid of Liu Miao.
But Liu Miao, like Liu Shixing before him, now gave him an inexplicably strange feeling.
Chen Gan'er suddenly became alert. Could Liu Miao be possessed by the entity in the gray fog, perhaps because of the wooden sign?
Liu Miao's eyes slowly shifted to Chen Gan'er, a smile growing more pronounced as he said,
"I just got my clan father's trump card. I wonder if I can wield it with his power? I really want to give it a try."
Chen Gan'er, noticing the strange tone in Liu Miao's voice, grew increasingly nervous.
Could this thief be possessed by some mysterious entity, ready to be discarded?
If Liu Miao were to use the wooden sign now, Chen Gan'er would be a fish on the chopping board, defenseless.
Just as Chen Gan'er's guard was rising, ready to fight Liu Miao to the death, a gentle voice rang out.
"So the battle's over here! I'm a little late. I'm glad you're okay, Gan Er."
Standing nearby was a figure in a white robe. It was Chen Xuanlin, who had rushed over.
Chen Xuanlin, now dressed in a regal white robe and a bamboo hat, obscured his features.
But even just standing there, he exuded a calm and composed demeanor.
Hearing Chen Xuanlin's voice, Chen Gan Er instantly relaxed and clasped his fists, saying, "
Brother, I'm fine. I only suffered minor injuries. This young friend and I have jointly slain the thief. The danger is over."
From afar, Chen Xuanlin nodded slowly, extended his finger, and pointed at the air. The black-faced undead spirit that had been cradling Liu Shixing's body vanished,
as if it had never been there.
Seeing this, Liu Miao's eyes narrowed, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.
Only then did Liu Miao confirm that the undead spirit had been summoned by the man in white.
He considered the black-robed man formidable enough, so how strong was his cousin, the white-robed man?
While Liu Miao was suspicious of Chen Xuanlin, only Chen Gan'er knew his brother was feigning an air of apprehension.
The undead spirit had clearly dissipated on its own, its summoning time having expired, not been summoned by Chen Xuanlin.
His finger in the air had merely been an attempt to frighten Liu Miao.
But Chen Gan'er understood Chen Xuanlin's intentions and became respectful. He cupped his fists towards Chen Xuanli and said,
"Brother, I have an agreement with this young friend. There's no need to worry about this. The danger of landing has been resolved."
Chen Xuanlin, wearing a bamboo hat, nodded slowly.
"You will handle the landing yourself."
Without waiting for Chen Gan'er's response, he sauntered back to Sanyin Island, his hands behind his back.
His demeanor was unhurried, as if nothing on Quan Island piqued his interest, as if everything was within his expectations.
Liu Miao gazed at Chen Xuanlin's back, lost in thought. This man's strength must be unfathomable. No wonder his clan father had fled back to Tingquan Island, giving the three men an opportunity to surround him. Perhaps he had been frightened back to Sanyin Island by this man.
With this thought, the ruthlessness hidden in Liu Miao's eyes quietly vanished.
After meeting Chen Xuanlin, Chen Gan'er once again became carefree and relaxed, seemingly confident. He said to Liu Miao,
"Congratulations! You will be the master of this island from now on. Does your promise to me still stand?"
Liu Miao raised his eyebrows and replied,
"Of course it does."
He then pointed at a few people and said, "You guys clean up here. Burn Liu Shixing's body, and throw the others into the Sea of Undead."
The people Liu Miao pointed at agreed without hesitation.
Liu Shixing's most loyal followers had been killed by the undead. Those left were mostly opportunists, the elderly, the weak, and the young.
Furthermore, some of the people inside had already been bribed by Liu Miao, otherwise the drumbeat wouldn't have sounded so early.
In this world, cremating corpses is often considered a profound insult to deceased relatives.
The people of the Dead Sea Islands believe that those born on the Dead Sea are part of it, and upon death, they must sink into it.
Once a corpse is burned, it cannot return to the Dead Sea. Even mortal enemies rarely commit to burning each other's corpses.
But the remaining people on Tingquan Island no longer dared to resist the island's sole cultivator and could only follow Liu Miao's orders to clean up the bodies.
Chen Gan'er, now regaining some strength, said to Liu Miao calmly,
"It's rare to visit an island with such beautiful scenery. I don't know when we'll see each other again. Island Master, won't you take me for a tour?"
Liu Miao was no longer the submissive demeanor he had shown before Liu Shixing when they first met. His every gesture exuded the air of a leader. He said,
"Perhaps I'll rarely have such a pleasant time as today. I'd like to take you for a tour."